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𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 π—Œπ–Ίπ–Όπ—‹π—‚π–Ώπ—‚π–Όπ–Ύ 𝗆𝗒 π—Œπ—ˆπ—Žπ—… π—π—ˆ π—Œπ–Ίπ—π–Ύ π—’π—ˆπ—Žπ—‹π—Œ .
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Xavier kept writing, though his face scrunched and he glanced up at the mention of fires and flooding . . . He’d been through the police academy, all male foster homes, and was in sports and never seen behavior like that. It seemed normal to the other though, so he’d β€”
γ…€ β €β € further questions made his stomach drop . nate was a genuinely good person and it was terrifying to think something horrible could have happened to him . 〝 i used to play baseball with a few of them before i got hurt... they’re good people , but definitely ➝ γ…€
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β€” didn’t dig further. Finally, with the others last comment, Xavier let out a rough sigh. He sat up in his chair now, making traditional eye contact with the other. β€œ I’m going to be candid with you. I also thought this may just be hazing, it’s the season for it, β€”
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The officer listened to the young male. He started writing instead of staring at him so the other didn’t feel pressure to share. Eyebrows pinched together and then relaxed as he heard the others story. Shit. This was bad. An amazing lead but it gave him a horrible feeling. β€”
γ…€ β €β € a shaky nod was given . although he tried appearing composed , he knew he didn’t look it . he was terrifiedβ€”β€” part of him wanted to know the truth , part of him didn’t . 〝 my friend nate … he’s gone . no one will tell me where he is or what happened to him and i ➝ γ…€
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β€” Jade hues scanned over the texts. He then clicked on the profile of his friend to write down the number. Maybe he could get a warrant to collect data from cellphone towers. See where the last ping was. Well . . . Now he had missing kids and a death. Xavier assumed β€”
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A snarl came from Xavier as he folded his arms. β€œ What the 𝘧𝘢𝘀𝘬 is even a supernatural crime division? How the π—³π˜‚π—°π—Έ does anyone have funding for that?! β€œ He spat out. The Chief of Police stayed calm and relaxed, partially mused with the performance β€”
Replying to @yrofficer
@DamagedLie Raoul was requested by a different police station to help out, due to them not having their own supernatural crime division. The officer usually did not like working with new faces, but if they needed help with a case, he would not decline. +
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β€” his son was putting on. β€˜ Watch your language. You sound unprofessional. β€˜ Xavier could only manage to scoff, his eyes scanning the other’s face for some kind of answer. β€˜ This case is unconventional and the media is already a madhouse in how they’re circulating β€”
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Xavier could see the panic and worry stricken in the others features. Whatever he was going to tell him, Xavier could tell it’d be a strong lead. He could work with even small crumbles of clues but Xavier had a feeling he was going to get more than that. β€œ Absolutely. β€œ β€”
γ…€ β €β € greek life was never for him ; he refused to pay hundreds of dollars just for the sake of having friends . he did , however , take advantage of the parties hosted by both houses . the parties were usually rowdy and loud , but no one had ever turned up dead in the ➝ γ…€
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β€” He said in a firm tone, his eyes following his movements, gesturing for him to sit down in the plush chair across from his seated position. β€œ My reports won’t be public, even if they were any names or personal information would be redacted. β€œ Xavier was only serious β€”
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/ / I’ll finish up some starters and replies here then switch over to my other account for replies as well 🫢
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[ @studiedsins ] The morning had already been painfully long. He got a call at the crack of dawn to a residents house. A wife returning home from a family member’s house only to find her husband dead. His homicide team promptly arrived after on duty officers. β€”
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β€” This man was obviously a planned target as there was no theft of valuables, and a note left near the body that was to threaten the life of a higher ranking business man. β€œ Fuck. β€œ Xavier mumbled reading the note . . . well . . he wondered if news had spread to the man β€”
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[ @__SAV1OUR ] Xavier was typing on his phone, before checking over emails. He’d got a new one in and let out a rough sigh before putting his phone face down on the bar counter. His eyes naturally rolled as digits snaked around his whiskey glass. Picking it up he brought β€”
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β€” the short to his lips and took a sip. He looked exhausted and partially annoyed. Xavier wasn’t even thinking about how he may come off to strangers.
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[ @ApxtheticBliss ] What a fucked up week. It’s horrible that he’s been so busy, since he’s one of the leads of the homicide department. . . . There’d been a party on campus and by early morning there was a dead body of a male splattered on the front driveway. β€”
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β€” A drunk girl screaming bloody murder at 3am is sure enough to have neighbors calling the police. This death was strange though. It was at an off campus frat house in the middle of the neighborhood. It looks like this kid fell from the roof. An easy shut and close suicide β€”
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[ @SugaharaReon ] Xavier was leaning against his black, unmarked police vehicle as he finished his last drag off a cigarette. Okay. Well . . . He pulled out his phone, looking at the time. God, he was exhausted. At least he could finally clock out, go home. β€”
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β€” Xavier wrapped his fingers around the door handle before he heard rusting and some arguing. . . . His attention was pulled in that direction down an alley as he glanced around shortly. . . . Fuck. He couldn’t help but straighten up and quietly make his way over β€”
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[ @cultofbats ] Xavier walked into the station with his typical attire, scanning in to get behind the front desk. It’d been a long night, and it seemed an even longer morning as he overheard a person at the front desk getting frustrated. It seemed they wanted to file β€”
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β€” a report and his co-worker was telling them β€˜no incident happened so it’s not worth a report’. Which wasn’t true, Xavier knew that better than anyone. With a heavy sigh, Xavier turned and faced the person at the front. β€œ Let them in, I’ll take the report in my office. β€œ β€”
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His eyes were half-lidded as he leaned in, pressing his lips to Ian’s jawline. He couldn’t help it, he’d keep teasing Ian if he could have it his way. β€œ Well I’m not going anywhere again. β€œ He said with a soft smile on his lips. Xavier grabbed another beer and β€”
Ian sure would feel uncomfortable and betrayed if he knew he was already 'naked' to the other. He tried so hard getting rid of all his past, not wanting anyone to know anymore. "Beer it is, I'll take it too." +
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β€” then found himself sliding his arm around Ian’s waist as he went to make his way up towards the check out. β€œ Did you want any kind of snacks? β€œ Ian had brought it up so he figured he’d offer before the got to the counter completely. The arm around his waist loosened. β€”
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Xavier had been too comfortable with Ian. He almost forgot to ask certain follow up questions because, he knew about Ian. He knew where he worked, his criminal record, any reports and detailing of his past on file. Ian was known to him, yet he had to pretend as if he was β€”
That sweet gesture of the other almost made Ian blush. It was really like they were some teenagers right now, but well, as long as it feels good, who cares? "I'd love to taste your cooking one day." A perfect match for him, in terms of cooking at least. +
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β€” unfamiliar. Which isn’t always easy with the exhaustion he seemed to be constantly fighting and continuing to drink. Turning into the store, Xavier put an around Ian’s waist, looking at the fridge of drinks. Soju sounded good, but he may have to drive at some point. β€”
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Xavier listened intently, taking a view drags off his cigarette, his green eyes looking over the other. Holding someone’s had caused a light fluttering in his ribcage. There was a laugh after Ian’s last comment. He had to be careful about what he said. He didn’t want to β€”
He took a long drag on the cigarette after it was lit, exhaling the smoke in content. "Thanks." With a smile he looked at the over, now starting to walk beside him, one hand in his, one held the cigarette. +
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β€” directly lie to Ian, just avoid the truth. Telling him he was in the police force probably wasn’t a good idea for now. β€œ Well β€” I’m actually pretty good at cooking. β€œ He said with a laugh, he brought their clasped hands up to his lips. Kissing the back of Ian’s β€”
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A smile had already been emerging on his face, but now as they got outside it only grew into a soft laugh. It was twisted how much he enjoyed spending his time with Ian. It felt like when he first started dating in his early aged, but even then he was distracted. β€”
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β€” Focused on another goals, biding his time studying and working. Yet here, he was present. In the moment with Ian. β€œ I did drive but, we’ll figure it out. I’d rather walk with you. β€œ He squeezed Ian’s hand to reassure him. Seeing the other pull out and offer him β€”
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A date was an exciting proposition. Xavier himself hadn’t dated since his fiancΓ© left him. After that everything turn into a blur, a haze of pull himself deeper into work. At this point, Xavier only up-kept his body in peak condition so he could fulfill his work better. β€”
Ian reached out to grab the glass and took a sip from it. That was good stuff for sure, perhaps they should go somewhere else and grab another drink, alone. "A date? It's been ages since I called anything a date, how exciting." He laughed a little at that, setting the +
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β€” But even then, he still drank often and had a terrible smoking habit. The two things the kept him sane, as well as random hookups with people he met at bars. Ian and him were not so different. If it hadn’t been for this case, Xavier wasn’t sure if their paths would β€”
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A single laugh came from him, that accepting smile still lined his lips. β€œ Mhm. And I would consider this our first date then. β€œ He said smoothly, raising the glass up he cheered himself, taking a sip. Then offering the glass to Ian for him to take a sip as well. β€”
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β€” β€œ Then I suppose we can see where the night takes us. β€œ He said with a mused look. His eyes had hunger behind them but more importantly there was admiration and relief. Not only did it make his task easier if Ian liked him, but he . . 𝘸𝘒𝘯𝘡𝘦π˜₯ Ian to like him. β€”
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His eyes softened when looking at Ian. Xavier was sleep deprived with purple hanging under his eyes. His stare could be occasionally dead as he zoned out. Yet there was light in them around him. His eyes followed the glass with a small smirk on his lips. β€”
Ian immediately calmed down after their eyes finally met. Thankfully nothing seemed to have changed and this felt good. Listening to him was nice, knowing the other man thought exactly the same as Ian. +
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β€” β€œ Well maybe you’re just a dangerous addiction. β€œ He teased, then leaning forward. He folded his arms on the table, eyes scanning Ian slowly before meeting his eyes again. The question Ian asked shouldn’t have surprised him. It was a reasonable question. β€”
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Xavier was zoned out, staring blankly at the table as he focused on a thought. Sadly another case had taken him away from this one. His team started handling the case while he’d been focused on a larger one. It had been like torture. Thinking about Ian but knowing he β€”
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β€” couldn’t see him. If he met himself without reporting it while this case was active, that could throw his undercover persona. Plus . . . He hadn’t stopped thinking about the night he spent with him. Other people afterwards didn’t feel the same or as satisfying. β€”
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It’s funny how timing works. After that first night shared, Xavier felt someone conflicted about his personal emotions. Maybe it’s because sex can be so intimate and that might felt like more than a one night stand. Still, Xavier kept his distance. He learned into studying β€”
It's been a while, but Ian was on his way to said bar. Entering it and sitting down at the counter, his eyes glanced around just to hope they meet a familiar face . . .
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β€” more about this crime syndicate he wanted information on and knew Ian likely still had information in those channels. After some time, he knew he had to go back to the bar. Ian may already have him on his mind. He hoped in a strange way that he did. Not just for his β€”
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